"Come on Harry, smile!"
"Mum would you get lost! Dad you promised she wouldn't do this!"
"Sorry son, this ones out of my control."
After being squeezed and kissed to death a very red Harry waved to his friend Ron and attempted to escape to the safety of the train. His dad grabbed his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.
"Now listen, if your mum asks I told you to behave yourself. Take this."
"A moldy piece of parchment?"
James winced. Sacrilege!
"Just.? Look if you haven't figured it out by Christmas don't bother coming home."
